“They … led him away to crucify him.” Matt. 27. 31
W. Batty C.M.
1
What object’s this which meets my eyes
Without Jerusalem’s gate;
Which fills my mind with such surprise
As wonder to create?
2
Who can it be that groans beneath
A cross of massy wood;
Whose soul’s o’erwhelmed in pains of death
And body bathed in blood?
3
Is this the Man? can this be he
The prophets have foretold
Should with transgressors numbered be,
And for their crimes be sold?
4
Yes, now I know ’tis he, ’tis he!
’Tis Jesus, God’s dear Son,
Wrapped in humanity, to die
For crimes that I had done!
5
O blessed sight, O lovely form,
To sinful souls like me;
I’d creep beside him as a worm,
And see him bleed for me.
6
I’d hear his groans, and view each wound,
Until, with happy John,
I on his breast a place have found
Sweetly to lean upon.
